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HeartFelt Promos
April 17th, 2006, 11:39 PM
Author's post your Excerpt of you book and web site here for readers!

July 2nd, 2006, 10:31 PM
What if what we have isn't published yet? *grins*

Linda L Lattimer
July 3rd, 2006, 12:23 PM
Hi Jenn
Do you like to write future science fiction, since you mentioned what if one isn't published yet? I am sure it won't take you long to locate a home for it


July 29th, 2006, 05:02 PM
The web site I share with a friend is www.darkertemptations.com and my first published piece is in the Jaded Beasts 1 digest at www.midnightshowcase.com I'm currently working on a werewolf tale called Dog Day Afternoon.

Here's an the blurb and an exotic excerpt of my story Chasing the Ox Moon (by Waterfall Nagamoon)

Shannice Morgan, dissatisfied with her life on Earth, heads to Agrador to assist the Ox-Moon Chieftain, Jardor Vannox in saving his people from the Shentan rebels. The two headstrong individuals must work together to overcome all obstacles, hopefully resulting in an everlasting love.

"Have you found anything?" He asked and moved closer to look over her shoulder. His masculine scent wafted to her nose. Oh, he smelled so good.
"Not yet, but I will." She turned and found herself nose to chest with the big man, and what a chest it was, broad and smooth with well defined muscles.... Her mouth watered as she realized he wore only a pair of black leather trousers, a dark brown leather vest and his ever present black boots in deference to the warm temperatures of the past few days. This planet had a temperate climate with gorgeous foliage from what she had seen so far, well the parts that the Shentans did not destroy that is. Exploring the landscape was on her list of things to do, she just hadn't had the time yet.
"When you are done eating me with your eyes, we can talk about what is yet to be done." His words jerked her eyes back up to his face and she flushed red, slightly embarrassed to have been caught examining him from head to foot.
Not that this view was any better. The golden medallion he always wore, glinted in the open neck of his shirt. Did it always glow like that? The stone in the middle of it seemed to pulse.... He moved, drawing her attention back to his handsome face, the glowing gem forgotten. His long sable hair was loose and hung down to the middle of his back. A silky looking swath of sable slid over his shoulder when he bent his head slightly to make closer eye contact. The softness of his hair touched her cheek and her lips parted with a sigh. At that moment Shannice realized how close his full lips were to her own. Just a breath away and their mouths would meet in a kiss. Would he kiss her? She had spent a good part of the last two weeks wondering what he tasted like. That thought reminded her of his earlier comment.
"I was not eating you!" She huffed out on a squeak as she took a step backward, coming up short when the long marble countertop met her butt. Ah hell! There was no place left to go. She was trapped. Caught between the proverbial 'rock and a hard place'. Wiggling her hips just a little in the hopes of freeing herself, Shannice realized just how big said 'hard place' was and stifled a gasp. That would never fit!
"No? You do not want to know what I taste like?" An eyebrow was quirked at her, which only served to remind her how arrogant she thought him to be "And it will too fit. Trust me." He grinned as if he knew something she didn't
"No." Willing her body not to tremble, she stared back at him boldly.
"Well I do want to know what you taste like." His mouth lowered and her senses exploded. The taste of him felt unlike any other she had ever encountered. He was utterly delicious. He also smelled fabulous. Definitely good enough to eat. Shannice moaned into his mouth, her tongue meeting the strokes of his, her body conforming to the contours of his as he pressed closer. She should not be doing this, but she could not help herself.
Jardor pressed his advantage as the lovely woman in front of him melted beneath his kiss. He knew getting involved with her would not be the best thing for him or for his people, but his control finally snapped. He always did what was best for his people, never for himself, but he needed to taste her. She was exactly as he had thought, delicious. His hands cupped her hips. The fact that she was curvy and built to take a man his size really enhanced his desire for her. She wouldn't break when he touched her like he wanted to.
"You taste wonderful." He whispered against her lips, pressing her back further until she rested on the countertop. His hand slid up the outside of her thigh, under her skirt. Her skin felt so soft and silky under his fingertips. He wanted more. He cupped her bottom and squeezed. Yes, this woman made quite a luscious armful. He groaned as his hand slid around and between her thighs. Her wet flesh excited him. He slid two fingers inside her and groaned again. How would the tightness that squeezed his fingers so tightly feel around his shaft? The thought made him shudder. He allowed his mouth to slide down across her collarbone, then closed his mouth over one pouting nipple. He could not wait to see what color they were but he did not have time at the moment to push the cloth out of the way. He needed to feel her in his mouth now.
"Oh Jardor!" She moaned, the sound of his name on her lips arousing him even further. He sucked harder on her breast and picked up the pace with his fingers. Bringing his thumb into play, he searched for the small nub of her clitoris. She tightened around him even more, encouraging him to stroke her taut flesh harder. Suddenly, biting softly down on her nipple, he was pleased when she shattered around him with a scream that echoed sweetly in his ears. Her hot honey spilled over his hand. He straightened to his full height and began working furiously to get his leathers undone while he watched her shudder and pant with her eyes closed. He could not wait to make her scream that way again. He just needed to be inside of her first.

Linda L Lattimer
July 29th, 2006, 05:50 PM
Oh, I like the sound of this and I am getting ready to pop over and check out the website

thanks for sharing :o

Sally Painter
July 30th, 2006, 04:37 PM

This was my first EC anthology. I was so thrilled to be included in it with Delilah and Charlotte. We were so excited when it received RT's Top Pick, 4.5 and was also nominated for RT's 2005 Reviewer's Choice Award for best paranormal.

Fated Mates (Blurb)
Delilah Devlin, Charlotte Boyett-Compo, Sally Painter

Love Me Tomorrow By Sally Painter
Earth 2360.

Shalene Courers leads freedom fighters against the Demrons to retrieve a crystal that is the secret to Earth's defense. When she captures the mysterious Mecah—tall, blond and very sexy—desires flame and the interrogation soon melts under his scorching passion.

Mecah's possession of Shalene is more than lust—she's the kismet mate he's sought all his life, only she doesn't believe him. Shalene and Mecah join forces to turn the tide of war, but without winning the heart and soul of his fated mate he stand to lose his greatest battle.

Secrets of the Wind By Charlotte Boyett-Compo
Prince Ruan is in need of protection—though by his reckoning he can bloody well take care of himself. Ruan is in the sights of an assassin who will stop at nothing to kill him.

Major Chastain Neff is a lethal weapon in her own right. As one of the elite Riezell Guardians, she is an expert in all the deadly arts that have made her an accomplished bodyguard to the rich and important. When she is assigned to protect a man who believes she's the one who needs the protecting, she knows she's going to have her hands full with Ruan Cosaint.

Queen Annalyn is not a woman to leave things to chance, especially when the mystic's message pointed to a woman fated to become Prince Ruan's consort, the ruler of his heart, his protector and the mother of his children.

Warlord's Destiny By Delilah Devlin
Mora has no illusions she's anything other than the sacrificial lamb to ensure peace between her planet and the warlike world that demands a royal union with one of their own. However, when she meets the rugged warlord who will be her husband, Mora decides in that moment to win his heart—she'll settle for nothing less. When Lord Tetrik suspects his wife harbors tender feelings, he wonders if he can be the husband she desires. After all, love for a woman is a frivolous thing—and not a warlord's destiny.

Sexual Content: Rated E-rotic
Genre : Rubenesque / Futuristic / Anthology
Book Length: 3 Person Anthology


Copyright © SALLY PAINTER, 2005.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

He slipped past her hatred and found recognition. The same recognition now reflecting in her liquid chocolate eyes. His heart was a staccato beat. She knew they were kindred spirits, too. What would she do now that she, too, knew? In spite of his attempt to control his thoughts, Mecah couldn’t help wondering about her. How could it be that he had to travel millions of light years from his home to find his kismet mate? The irony was too much and he released the welling emotions in a laugh.

“You find this humorous?” she asked, reinforcing her persona, bolstering her energy against his probing. At that very moment she knew, just as he did—they were made for each other. Designed by a greater purpose to come together at this fated moment.

His thoughts unleashed to explore deeper, needing to know everything about her. Intuitive females who evolved to her level not only knew the secrets of the universe, but had a greater appreciation of the art of lovemaking. Orgasms were achieved using their minds as well as their bodies. He’d heard all the legends of such highly evolved women and their abilities to reduce a man to little more than a sex slave. He watched the emotions struggling to escape her rigid control. Oh yeah, he’d gladly be her sex slave. The response to his musings tightened in his crotch.

“Get up,” she barked.

Embarrassed by the telltale sign of his arousal, he stood from the blanket. Immediately, her attention was drawn to his erection bulging beneath his tan pants. A slight smile lifted one corner of her mouth.

“You have a strange reaction to being captured, ah…”

“Name’s Mecah, Captain Mecah. And what can I say? I appreciate a beautiful woman,” he grinned.

I hope you enjoy! http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=SPai

Linda L Lattimer
August 1st, 2006, 03:00 PM
We were so excited when it received RT's Top Pick, 4.5 and was also nominated for RT's 2005 Reviewer's Choice Award for best paranormal.

Wow Sally, congrats to you girls!!!

Sounds like a great book.

August 17th, 2006, 10:16 PM
Hi Jenn
Do you like to write future science fiction, since you mentioned what if one isn't published yet? I am sure it won't take you long to locate a home for it


What I have is coming out in Jan 07 from Midnight. But I also have another WIP or two (or 20) LOL I like scifi erotica and just plain scifi come to that. But, my first love it paranorma/vamps.. I looove a good werewolf *stares silently at Watefall* ::)

I'll put up an excerpt of The Tigre in here.

Linda L Lattimer
August 22nd, 2006, 10:32 PM
Oh I love werewolves, vampires, the paranormal, love it, probably have said that many times before

You have one coming out with Midnight Showcase in Jan, did I read that right? Wow, congrats

Linda* ;)

Sapphire Phelan
September 4th, 2006, 10:42 AM
I have one coming in 2007 from Lady Aibell Press--erotic scifi/horror romance called Iridescent Invasion. I'm posting the blurb and the unedited excerpt from it.
Sapphire Phelan

Kasee Adair had gotten a divorce, and then moved from Virginia across the country to Coyote Bluffs, Arizona to become a writer and make a change to her life. She didn't know how much her life would change though; not until the aliens invaded.
Parasitical in nature and of iridescent colors, the aliens came to Earth, looking for a new home and new bodies to inhabit. One of them though, wanted more: he wanted Kasee. He wanted her love.
Both the human woman and the alien male would discover an erotic love so deep that they would be able to transcend worlds with it while they fought the invasion of her planet.


The mattress jiggled and through the vestiges of sleep in barely opened eyes Kasee noticed Drake’s darkened form stealing away. The light came on in the bathroom. Not even bothering to draw on her discarded robe lying crumpled on the floor, she clicked on the lamp and slipped out of bed to investigate.

She stood in the frame of the doorway and caught him staring at his reflection in the mirror of the medicine cabinet that hung over the sink. His hand traced his face as if he couldn’t believe in its reality. She couldn’t see his eyes though and she moved to stand just inside the bathroom.

“Anything wrong?” she asked, reaching out a hand to touch his back.

He whirled around. Kasee thought for a moment that his eyes reflected the light like faceted jewels.


He took a step forward. “Yes?”

“I asked, is there anything wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong.” He laughed.

The laugh sounded rusty, as if he wasn’t use to doing it.

“Did you know that the light from the bedroom forms a soft glow around your lovely body?” His voice held erotic promise in it.

Her amused glance caught the jutting hardness between his thighs. “I see that turns you on as you’re rising to the occasion.”

“Turn. . .on?”

“Oh, come on, quit playing around! You know you want me.”

His gaze looked down at his swollen erection. He raised his head, a wicked smile on his lips and his eyes gleaming with lust. His hands grabbed her at the shoulders and he drew her to him. Her body pressed against his, she felt his cock searching the softness between her thighs, as if it knew it belonged there. Like she belonged to him.

He swept her up in his arms and carried her back to bed, placing her down on the mattress and joining her.

Flesh rubbing flesh, sensations sparking from his body to hers, as once again, Kasee discovered the odor, taste and sight of him.

He thrust into her moistness like a wild thing, his possession hard and fast, the male in him seeking the heart of what made her female--his female.

His eyes locked onto hers, as if he needed to know that what he felt also mirrored in hers too.

“I love you, Drake,” she panted, her hands stroking his back.

She bit his shoulder, delighting in the exotic flavor of his skin. With a laugh, she gave him a come hither look as her tongue skimmed her lips, wetting them.

A smile flit his lips as he took command of hers, his tongue shoving itself into her mouth and finding hers.

She knew then that nothing mattered but him--not even the terror that awaited them outside. She just clasped him so tight that she heard his heart thudding. Besides passion, the sound brought comfort. She had never felt both before.

Again she came, with him finding his own shuddering release not long after. Her eyes stared into his and noticed the change in them. No longer blue, they shifted in a rainbow pattern.

Iridescent. Like the animals and the eagle.

Oh God.

The fear of the past couple days returned and she struggled, trying to fling him off of her.

“Let me go!” she screamed. “Get off of me.”

But he held her down and began to thrust again. Unable to deny the heat flaring up between them her hips moved with his and when he came, she cried out her own release. Afterwards, shame filled her that he could do that to her.

The taut lines on his face softened and his body sagged onto hers. His breathing gentled.

“Who are you?” asked Kasee. “Just what the hell are you?”

He lifted his head and cocking it to one side, stared down into her eyes.

“I am Drake?”

“No, you’re not. Your eyes betrayed you. What did you do to the real Drake?”

“He is here. Still inside. This is his body. I took it.” A finger touched her lips with a gentle caress. “To be with you. Forever.”

“Get off me.”

He rolled off her and over to the edge of the bed, surging off of the mattress. He stood and stared down at her, and then he smiled. It came slow, as if he had never done it before. It lit up his entire face. The colors in his eyes exchanged, rotating from red to blue to green to gold to purple. They repeated like that, over and over.

“What are you?” she asked again.

She sat up and covered herself with a blanket.

“I am from not here, not this world. I come from far away. There.”

He pointed up toward the ceiling.


“Another world, galaxies away.”

September 4th, 2006, 10:28 PM
Lust. Power. Forgiveness. And a romance that lives forever.

Superstar Wulf Gabriel longs for freedom from his unscrupulous agent. With his career at risk and his life threatened, Wulf must trust the one man he swore would never again control him - the most powerful and feared man in the empire - the Harbinger. For the Harbinger, saving Wulf is a simple matter of asserting his will. Gaining Wulf's trust, friendship, and eventually his love will take rich dark chocolate, enough champagne to fill a clawfoot tub, and the consummate skill of a master of pleasure.

A Molten Silver release from Liquid Silver Books coming Oct 2006
Excerpt at http://www.kayelleallen.com/Excerpt-TOTCWulf.html

The third book set in the Tarthian Empire has some of the same characters as At the Mercy of Her Pleasure. Senth Antonello (the hero in Mercy) is only 15 years old in Tales, and he is driving the Harbinger right up the wall. Tales is a prequel to Mercy.

Come and play in the Tarthian Empire where romance lives forever.

Kayelle Allen

March 28th, 2007, 06:08 PM
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Available now at Midnight Showcase

The Tigre are a race of accursed people from the planet of Maurania. Some say they are immortal, others say they are demons. None know when they came into being. However, they have spread throughout the known galaxy. Some quest for their mates, the descendants of the planet that escaped the curse, others simply survive, torn between their human and animal halves.

Tael has searched for many years to find the one true love who will set him free of the blood curse of the Tigre Moon. Is Neri the one?


“Neri. Come here.” Again it called; her heart thundered in her ears. Magic was considered sinful. The demons used magic.

She stood up, compelled to follow the direction of the voice in her head. She stumbled and almost fell when she reached the door, but then she steadied herself and continued out into the hall. The voice led her outside the compound into the jungle. A small lucid part of her was afraid, but her mind was foggy from the drugs and the command of the voice.

The next thing she knew, she stood in a small clearing, looking up at the twin moons of this strange planet. She blinked in confusion and looked around for a few minutes. “Am I dreaming?” Maybe she had been walking in her sleep. Shrugging, she turned to head back inside before she was caught out here and punished. The only rule she seemed to have was that she not leave the women’s quarters unescorted. She’d done that now, no matter that it had been accidental.

She walked quickly back into the forest, hurrying to get back before she was missed. She turned toward where she thought the palace was and kept going. She felt as if she were being watched. Neri turned her head this way and that, looking. She couldn’t see anything. But she felt it, all the same.

* * * *

He watched her as she paused to look around warily. The dappled moonlight was bright enough to shine through the gown she wore, showing him her curvaceous figure as if she were naked.

He crouched down, ready to make his move.

She stopped with a confused frown. “I am going the wrong way.”

He smiled as he heard her talking to herself. Her heart was pounding so loud, he could hear it from here. He could smell the oils from her bath earlier.

When she turned back around she headed right for his hiding spot and he waited, tensed and ready. He would hunt well tonight. Neri stopped suddenly, and her already pounding heart began to race. He waited in the brush not five centens in front of her.

“Hello?” she said. “Is someone there?” All she got in response was a low growl. Neri reacted immediately. She made a small squeaking noise then grabbed the hem of her nightgown and ran.

Yes! He took off after her. He liked them to give a good chase before he caught them. She glanced back and screamed, her stride never faltering. Her legs pumped faster and faster.

He kept her in his sights. Now he could smell her fear and her sweat. It excited him, almost as much as the sight of her breasts when she’d turned to look back. She would be his before the night was over. Body and soul, he would own her.

* * * *

Neri’s vision blurred. She wiped the sweat from her eyes and kept going. She could hear the creature moving in the brush behind her. All she’d seen was a large dark shape with glowing yellow eyes. She didn’t dare look back now. If she saw it clearly, she knew she would lose control of her limbs and fall. He would be upon her immediately.

The roar that came from behind almost accomplished the same thing. It reverberated through her bones, making her chest ache. Her lungs ached with each breath she took. The drug was still in her system and her body was growing tired.

A twig snapped behind her and she screamed. She chanced one more look back, promptly stumbling over a root at the edge of the path. Neri went down hard and lay there ready to just give up. Then she set her jaw. No, she would not. She steeled her resolve and turned to fight.

The creature was much closer than she had thought. When she turned, she was face to face with it. A small cry escaped her lips at the sheer size of the beast crouched down in front of her, staring at her hungrily.

His shoulders were almost as wide as she was tall, covered with short fur bleached of color by the moonlight. His long muscular arms and legs were also furred. However, the claws captured her attention for the longest time, looking fully capable of ripping her apart. His face was a cross between man and cat, seeming almost human until he opened his jaws and showed off his long ivory fangs.

She had to crane her neck to meet his glowing green gaze. He was a cat-like beast, but larger than any cat she had seen before. Her heart began to pound as it dawned on her what he was. He was the Tigre.

“No!” She started to back away again. He lifted one large paw and brought it down on the hem of her nightgown. She tugged at it, but he just crouched there staring at her with his head tilted to one side.

“Please let me go,” she pleaded then gasped when his large head dipped down and he sniffed her neck. She sat completely still, afraid to move. He moved closer, settling himself beside her, still holding her captive with his paw on her gown. “No,” she whispered.

Yes. Neri’s head began to swim as he once again spoke into her mind. You are mine now.

March 28th, 2007, 10:49 PM
Congratulations !:clap:

March 28th, 2007, 11:07 PM
Thanks Karenne!! :alien:

March 30th, 2007, 06:48 PM
Well, I'd still love to see it Jenn, like an exerpt or something! LOL I love your books! ;-)

March 31st, 2007, 05:33 PM
Look up Regina! *points up* LOL

April 1st, 2007, 02:31 AM
Ooopss! Missed it, am reading it now. LOL Thanks sweetie!

April 1st, 2007, 02:36 AM
Oh man, Jenna this looks sooooooo good! LOL

April 30th, 2007, 03:37 PM
You can find the four published novels in this erotic science fiction series at http://www.clublighthousepublishing.com/AUTHORS%20PAGES/W_RICHARD_ST_JAMES_PAGE.htm. They are also available on Mobipocket. The novels are A Worm in Eden, A Birth in Eden, A Murder in Eden, and A Queen From Eden.

Here is the blurb for A Worm In Eden

What would happen in the future if we discover we are alone? Wouldn’t we decide that it is our destiny to seed the universe? Wouldn’t we risk everything to send out those Seeds, to fill a galaxy with life? What if we were wrong? What would happen then?
What would happen if one of those Seeds went astray, far out into intergalactic space? If it lay dormant for a thousand years while the rest of the world came out to meet it? If its children grew up thinking they were alone, so very alone? What would happen as they began to reach maturity, as they struggled to understand what it means to be human? What would happen as they begin to tear away a web of lies to discover their purpose? What would happen if they had to escape, and their bodies were the only currency they could exchange for survival?

The answers are funny, shocking, and very, very sexy. Join Sarah and Noah on a voyage of discovery that will startle and delight you.

Sapphire Phelan
May 10th, 2007, 01:13 PM
Well, I am doing the sequel to Iridescent Invasion. I started a newsletter and by the second time (I do it twice monthly) for a story started on the novella sequel chapter each month. So those who like the eroric sci-fi romance I did you have to join my newsletter to get the sequel now. Called it Iridescent Invader. Now so far i'm thinking novella, but who knows...? Maybe more?
Sapphire Phelan

Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.

For those interested: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter

May 12th, 2007, 11:15 PM
You can find the four published novels in this erotic science fiction series at http://www.clublighthousepublishing.com/AUTHORS%20PAGES/W_RICHARD_ST_JAMES_PAGE.htm. They are also available on Mobipocket. The novels are A Worm in Eden, A Birth in Eden, A Murder in Eden, and A Queen From Eden.

Here is the blurb for A Worm In Eden

What would happen in the future if we discover we are alone? Wouldn’t we decide that it is our destiny to seed the universe? Wouldn’t we risk everything to send out those Seeds, to fill a galaxy with life? What if we were wrong? What would happen then?
What would happen if one of those Seeds went astray, far out into intergalactic space? If it lay dormant for a thousand years while the rest of the world came out to meet it? If its children grew up thinking they were alone, so very alone? What would happen as they began to reach maturity, as they struggled to understand what it means to be human? What would happen as they begin to tear away a web of lies to discover their purpose? What would happen if they had to escape, and their bodies were the only currency they could exchange for survival?

The answers are funny, shocking, and very, very sexy. Join Sarah and Noah on a voyage of discovery that will startle and delight you.

July 25th, 2007, 10:49 PM

Sci-fi Comedy Erotic-Romance
(AQP Bestseller & Winner in the 2007 Amber Heat Wave)

"Sex among the stars has never been hotter...or crazier."

Abducted by aliens and facing sex-training from the deadly delicious Deuce, a lonely woman battles to hang on to her wits and her heart. Little does she realize she and Deuce will soon join forces in the wildest escape plan two naked people tied into one weird chair have ever risked. If they succeed, an even bigger plan awaits them. If not. Well, at least they'll die smiling.


...The console hissed and crackled, shooting sparks everywhere.

"Ouch!" Sam leapt back as the glittering spray stung bare flesh. Too much bare flesh. Breasts, stomach, thighs... Gulp. She looked down at herself and blanched. It seemed that when the aliens had beamed her up, they'd neglected to beam her clothes along, too.

"I'm naked!" she screeched.

"Mmm, yes, I noticed."

The murmur came from behind her. A deep husky purr of a voice that stroked over her like crushed velvet, making her skin flush. Choking on her own breath, she spun about to confront it--

And nearly swallowed her tongue.

What the... That couldn't possibly be who it looked like.

The voice came out of Shakespeare's Hamlet. Well, someone dressed like Hamlet, in an all-black medieval-style doublet, shirt and hose, and with sleek black hair capping his head. But he was built like a Greek god, tall, tan and muscular, handsome as the devil and looking infinitely more sinful. A man rippling with power, radiating raw sex.

Sam's mouth went dry. Switch the doublet to a dinner jacket and this guy might have stepped straight out of her wildest fantasies--or her video collection, which amounted to the same thing. She adored old movies and the actors who'd starred in them, and here stood her all-time favorite. All he needed was a martini, a gun, and a mission to save the world.

"Now I know I'm nuts," she rasped out.

The man grinned, sending a hot shiver down her spine.

"Oh, no, not nuts," he corrected, and his gaze lowered to her nipples. "More like fruit, I'd say. Strawberries, in particular."

"Blimey, it's a good thing Notto didn't hear that," one of the aliens muttered.

Why? Who the hell knew?

The man ignored the interruption, all his attention on Sam's chest. "They're such a deep, dusky pink when ripe--one of your planet's great delicacies, I think. So firm yet juicy, strawberries. So tender and sweet." He licked his lips. "One wants to savor them slowly, to roll them around on the tongue and suck and suck and--"

"I get the message!" So did her strawberries, which were now tingling and puckered into hard peaks.

"I doubt it. But you will." He punctuated the promise with another grin, and Sam went damp between the legs.

She knocked her knees together and clutched her arms over her breasts as his gaze raked down her body, then up to her face.

"You've turned out quite nicely," he told her, something in his tone making her back hairs prickle. "A near perfect duplicate. Isn't that right, lads?" He glanced around at the dwarves.

The blue one yawned. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, guv'na."

"Ain't my type, but what the crap do I know? You're the prince's man. I'm just contract labor," Xotto the green grumbled.

Red Totto and turquoise Vrotto grunted noncommittally. The purple one scratched under his arm and the orange one let out a loud belch. The yellow one seemed to have fallen asleep. He was slouched over his console, snoring.

The hunk in black shook his head and sighed. "Pay them no heed, love. Absolutely clueless, the lot of them--wouldn't know a quality clone if it bit them in the ass."

Sam's stomach knotted. Clone? She didn't like the sound of that.

"Trust me, with the proper schooling, you'll do splendidly," the man added.

Schooling? She liked the sound of that even less. The knot in her stomach tightened and she hugged herself harder.

"What are you talking about? What's going on here?" The demand came out in a dry croak, pathetic. She swallowed and tried again. "Who the hell are you?" That sounded like a mouse with a sore throat. Not much of an improvement, but the best she could manage.

Dreamboy looked nothing but amused. "Ah, yes, how rude of me. My apologies. Allow me to introduce us..." With a fluid flourish, he swept out his arm, indicating the crew one by one. "These are the Harvesters: Jotto, Xotto, Vrotto, Totto, Flotto, Notto, and Bleggh."

"Bleggh?" Sam blinked at the orange haired dwarf. He gave her a big, toothy smile and rumbled out another resonant belch.

"Sorry," the man said. "He does that a lot, I'm afraid."

"It's all them Betelgeuse beans he eats," green Xotto explained (as though anyone cared).

"At least his burps is better'n his farts," Flotto of the pulsating purple hair groused.

"Phewy." Jotto of the blinding blue held his nose. "You can say that again."

"At least his burps is--"

Jotto slapped Flotto in the head. "I didn't mean literally, you bleedin' idiot."

Mystery man heaved a long-suffering sigh. "You see what I have to put up with?" he said to Sam. "But to finish the introductions..." He dipped a short bow from the waist. "I, my lovely one, am Deuce, your trainer."

"T-trainer?" She liked the sound of that the least of all. Panic prickled over her, icy chills mixed with escalating heat. Her thighs quivered with the effort to keep her legs under her. Her voice quivered more. "Trainer for wh-what?"

"Sex," he said. A sudden fire in his eyes almost melted her where she stood.

Oh, God... She did have to ask, didn't she? Her breath whooshed out in a ragged gasp and her knees buckled.

"Careful." Strong hands gripped her waist to hold her upright--hot hands, scorching her skin, while the gleam in his dark eyes sizzled straight into her core. "You're not going to faint, are you?"

Um...she was seriously considering it. "Would it help me any if I did?"

"Probably not." Deuce chuckled. "But I could have all kinds of fun reviving you."

Yeah, that's what she'd figured. Help...


Anna Fallon
August 11th, 2007, 03:56 AM
Hi all
I did a mini interview with erotic sci-fi author Herbert Grosshans. We are proud to have Herbert at Midnight Showcase and I wanted to share him with you all in my forum spot.


Have a lovely weekend:punk:

September 23rd, 2007, 01:01 PM
The excerpt for this book is located at www.gabrina.com/sbs.htm (http://www.gabrina.com/sbs./htm)

I have a contest for it running through the end of the month...and if you're impatient like me and just want to buy a copy, I'm donating ALL royalties for this title to animal rescue, specifically split between two Lab rescues, one called LabAdore Shelter Rescue and The Lab Connection.



Sapphire Phelan
February 20th, 2008, 03:50 PM
Coming March 17, 2008 from Phaze 9 http://phaze.com) , Crimson Promise. A reprint, I have added more to the story and to the ending.

ISBN: 1-59426-728-6 978-1-59426-728-4
eBook ISBN-13: 978-1-59426-728-4

Sapphire Phelan

Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines


Victor, an undead vampire, has fled to another planet in the future to survive, for Earth is now poison to his kind.
Na'lesa has been alive for eons, the last of her race--drastically changed--now she lives a life as a living vampire.
One night they both run into each other over some prey. Two lonely people: they find love, sex, and blood, and not necessarily in that order.

Excerpt below is PG-13, but the e-Book is more explict and must be read by one 18 & older:
Victor noticed in the reflection of a window in one of the buildings he passed how the alabaster light from the twin moons above illuminated his blanched features, bringing up shadows in every contour. The only color on him came from his lips and eyes; both a blood-red hue.

He grinned, running his tongue over large, sharp canines, then slipped down the town's only street, really a dirt road. Darting in and out of alleys, he kept to the darkness, as he wanted to make sure no one saw him. Fortunately, there was no one out tonight; it was too cold for that. If he was alive and breathing, he could have seen his breath in the freezing air. But he wasn't alive or dead. Instead he was in-between: undead.

He melded with the deepening shadows of the alley, where he waited as the door to the bar nearby slid open. A lock of hair as black as a raven's wing fell over his brow as he stared at the glaring light spilling from the doorway. Without a hint of arrogance, he knew that if someone did come out and catch sight of him, he would think an extremely pale, but good-looking man stood there.

Good-looking as an undead, he had been even more so as a mortal. The face of a dark angel—that's what women had said over three hundred years ago, in Germany. Then one night at a debutante ball, he met an attractive woman with russet curls that flowed over her shoulders and down her back. He was bored with all the mincing virgins simpering around him, and when he saw the newcomer he became fascinated. Her white face lacked innocence and her eyes seemed worldly beyond what he thought at the time was her young years. She convinced him to leave the ball with her, and took him to her home where she enticed him into her bed.

In the throes of passion, just as he was about to cum, her eyes glowed blood-red and sharp fangs burst from her mouth. She sunk them into his neck, draining him almost to the point of death. She hadn't, though, and forced him to drink some of her blood, making him a Nosferatu like her. After that, he stayed with her, until a vampire hunter staked her in the heart, ending her undead existence.

He grimaced at the memories. Now, his bad boy looks fit his eternal life in a more meaningful way.

Sounds of revelry erupted from the bar, so loud it seemed as if the walls of the place couldn't contain it at all. Drunken yelling from the miners, women's laughter, and screeches of a badly played piano filled the area like fingernails on a chalkboard, stretching out disjointed fingers toward him. He hated the noise just as he hated the dirty, threadbare town of the humans. In fact, Victor hated everything about this alien world.

Every night, he wondered why he had come to this misbegotten hellhole on the other end of the universe.

Images of a ravaged Earth would come into his mind in answer, and he resigned himself to his new world, hunting in its darkness for the blood he craved. He was alone—the last vampire left in the universe.

That was the real reason he couldn't stand this world—the loneliness. Even if vampires weren't the most social of creatures, at least males and females came together once in a while to fuck, to feast off the ambrosia of one another's vampiric blood, heightened by the frenzy of sex. The tantalizing odor of blood, sprinkled with alcohol, wafted toward his nostrils. Flaring them wide, he took in the scent and appreciated the heady flavor of the lifeblood, though not the cheap beer that laced it. It came from two figures that stumbled out of the bar and almost passed the alley in which he hid. One halted, and his vampire hearing took in the sound of liquid hitting the side of the building. The stench of piss drifted his way and he wrinkled his nose in distaste. Unfortunately, he couldn't be choosy for a meal, and quickly he flew from there, leaping upon his intended victims.

Suddenly, another shadow darted across his path and ripped the neck of one man, while clasping the other tightly against its front. Neither had time to cry out, the other creature had been that quick. The man with the torn throat fell to the ground, precious blood spilling and seeping into the dirt, turning it to mud.

Starved for blood for a long time now, Victor fell to his knees in the wetness and fastened his mouth over the opening, sucking out what remained of the red liquid in the body that had gone cold with death. He ignored the other sucking sounds above him. Ordinarily, he would have taken the body away and hid to feed upon it, as he would have been wary of whatever kind of creature feasted on the other victim. Nothing of it felt undead to him, just some strange alien essence. But, it had been a long time since he last fed, and the hunger forced him to finish off every last, precious drop.

With the body now drained, he rose to his feet and licked the few splashes of blood from the corners of his mouth. Then he straightened his clothing, tried to knocked off as much of the bloodied mud caking the knees of his pants, and looked over to see what kind of being had fed with him. The sight of soft, heather-purple eyes staring into his slammed into his gut, as he saw they belonged to a vision of beauty so alien, that caused his body to harden in places he thought long dead. He would have caught a breath—if he had a breath to catch. But he did it anyway, from force of habit.

By all that was unholy, alien or not, she was something that men fought to catch glimpses of.

June 2nd, 2008, 10:45 AM
The results are in…Chasing Booty made the #1 spot on the top seller list at Amber Quill for the month of May!!! Want to know why? Would an exciting blend of science fiction and erotic romance peak your interest? Does a strong woman with a gun and an attitude make you want to stand up, wave your fist, and yell, “YOU GO, GIRL!”? Could a devilishly gorgeous male from Sør-Trøndalag who’s on a mission to lure his nemesis to his bed make you melt to the floor in a quivering mound of unabashed need? Then you best take a peek at the excerpt below and find out what the rave is all about. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
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Length: Novella (20k words)<o:p></o:p>
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When cops can’t catch the most-wanted criminals, they hire Gaelyn. She comes from a long line of bounty hunters, including her father, uncle, and grandfather. Extensive training in weaponry, hand-to-hand combat, and adverse conditions have seasoned her into a formidable opponent against any contracted hit, whether male, female, alien, or human. She has little fear of the unknown and thrives on adventure.
Only one other hunter matches her status—Reese, a Trøndite from the small planet of Sør-Trøndalag in the Capricornus Sector. And the man has a knack for stealing her contracts. Both cunning and gorgeous, the mix doesn’t seem quite fair. But attractiveness holds little power over money. Reese had beaten Gaelyn out of a half-year’s pay a scarce three months ago, and she will be damned if he outwits her again.
Thinking she’s duped Reese back onto Jupiter, Gaelyn isn’t too happy when she runs into him on Quaoar at the Blue Moon, an authentic hole-in-the-wall bar tucked at the end of a narrow alley in what would be considered the rough part of town; just the place to find her contracted hit. But Reese not only has the information she needs to find her mark, he also has a business proposal that’s too tempting to pass up. And a partnership with Reese just might prove rewarding in a way Gaelyn never expects...
...With an air of “don’t-fuck-with-me” in her step, she made her way toward him. “The bartender seems to think you can be of some assistance,” she declared, stopping a mere six inches to the left of the man’s seated frame.
He ignored her, choosing instead to take a long swig from his mug.
Removing her laser from its holster on her left thigh, she plopped it onto the counter top. Her hand rested lightly on its black metallic shape, her finger hugging the trigger. “Well?”
“I can take you there, for a price,” he replied, his deep voice a thunderous rumble within his muscular chest.
Annoyed, she lifted her chin. “Name it,” she practically growled.
The man chuckled. “It’ll be steep,” he warned. “Perhaps more than you’re willing to pay.”
Gaelyn’s patience wore thin. They wasted precious time. Is this guy gonna get down to business or what?
Struggling to see his face beneath the shadowed hood, she leaned a little closer. “Look, buddy. I don’t have time for games. Either name your price or I’ll take my business elsewhere.”
He glanced at her, his onyx, deep-set eyes two bottomless black pits within his handsome angular face. “I want half the booty. For starters.”
Gaelyn’s breath caught in her throat. Reese.
This wasn’t happening.
He pulled back his hood, letting the heavy material fall onto his broad shoulders in a neatly folded pleat. “Hello, Gael. It’s been a long time.”
Her right fist doubled at her waist. With forced control, she resisted the urge to knock that superior smirk right off his handsome face. “Reese,” she said through clenched teeth. “I suppose you’re after the same hit.”
He shrugged. “It’s a sizeable payoff.”
“He’s my contract.” Warning laced her tone.
Reese turned fully toward her, his massive frame almost comical atop the strained bar stool. “Well now, seems we have a difference of opinion on that matter.”
He offered a grin so seductive it could melt the ice right off Quaoar’s frozen surface. The bartender’s description fit him to a tee. With his rectangular features—the wide zygomatic breadth, the broad jaw and flaring gonial angles, the prominent chin—Reese did look like the devil himself. Of course the red skin, horns, and barbed tail only added to his demonic appearance.
Gaelyn’s gaze dropped to the tight black T-shirt stretched across his bulging pecs and flat abs. Warning bells clamored in her head, but her inspection continued on to the waistband of his faded jeans, and inevitably to the generous bulge at his groin. An old song her father used to play popped in her head and it took everything she had not to belt it aloud.
The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for a soul to steal.
In a bind, cause he was way behind, he was lookin’ to make a deal...
Despite her fury, Gaelyn’s insides responded. Her stomach knotted with instant need, causing her pussy to clench. One couldn’t dispute the man’s virility. While they’d never “hooked” up, she couldn’t deny her attraction. She’d be willing to bet half the contracted pay that he’d be awesome in bed.
She’d heard Trøndite males had large penises, that they were, in fact, able to do extraordinary things with their members. She wasn’t sure what those things might be, but the swell in his pants clearly indicated his considerable endowed. She imagined herself down on all fours with Reese up behind her, pounding his big cock in and out of her tight channel.
Moisture seeped between her legs, making her leather pants cling to her crotch most uncomfortably. The room felt hot. She hadn’t had a good fuck in quite a while. Perhaps they’d work that into the deal...
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